Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sister Nancy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Section 25,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.